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Out of the Ashes
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Out of the Ashes |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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Out of the Ashes From the ashes of the past the breeze has blown around unearthed a smoldering shadow still locked within the ground A life that has been haunted with casual colored mood until the burning look back at the hurt he understood He wrote of love not ended but sweet and lasting still and he knew the pain he’d caused me all the years it took to heal He shouldered all the blaming then on top he told me true that his life had come full circle and his words were I love you Liquor had been his mistress she slept with him each night and curled him softly in her charm and eased life’s bitter bite His life with me and our three kids was lost in hazy beam from the bottle that lay beside him and for it he sold his dream Now years and time have trickled and poor health opened his eyes and he sees all that he was lacking with his drunken man disguise The first time I’ve believed him in all the years we’d had was the day I read his letter telling tears that he now sheds I could not say I hate him for this I never could I saw his bitter spirit and I thought I understood The tears I shed in reading what so many years concealed were because this man has learned from the mistakes that he revealed My respect that slowly died then so many years before was reborn in the telling of how he opened up truth’s door |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
Martie, thanks for sharing the poem. Alcohol can really drown a person. A powerful poem, excellent as always. Thanks again for sharing. ------------------------ "I've been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else"-Richey Edwards "Take nothing but pictures. Leave nothing but footprints. Kill nothing but time". Baltimore Grotto "Libraries gave us power Then work came and made us free What price now for a shallow piece of dignity" Nicky Wire, A design for Life. manic street preachers "Rock 'n' roll is our epiphany Culture, alienation, boredom and despair" "To be nobody-but-yourself-in a world which is doing its best night and day, to make you everybody else - means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting." E.E Cummings. |
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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Good story and good writing, Martie.....and all this time I thought you two were happy  Doesn't it frost your cookies when people take your poems literally? hehe |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
brian--thank you for reading and for your comments. I appreciate it. Balladeer--thought I had better reply and let everyone know this is my X husband I am referring to, not my present....who is so lovely and has been for 20 years... |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Martie~ This is a poignant piece that carries the message of forgiveness after so many years. I'm glad that you received the letter that released the forgiving spirit for his actions. LOL at Balladeer - 'Doesn't it frost your cookies when people take your poems literally?' Love ya' ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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